Loveology
CHAPTER 13
You hold your tongue and wait until Sebastian finishes his speech about the artwork.
"I suppose you could look at it that way," you begin. "But the history of the art isn't the only thing that's important."
"What do you mean?" Sebastian asks. He looks genuinely confused by your words.
"Well, look at the lighting in this piece, for example." You gesture to the artwork. "God is at the top and the light source seems to start with him and hang over Gabriel. But Mary, she's sitting in the darkness, her head turned to the light, showing her mortality as well as her divinity.
"It's much more symbolic as a grayscale than as a color piece," you say in conclusion. "It's not just about what techniques are used, but how they're used." Sebastian nods, clearly very impressed by your interpretation. You're suddenly thankful you decided to open your mouth.
"I suppose I never considered it that way," Sebastian says quietly, obviously humbled. Yo feel a little guilty for making him feel bad. "What about this piece?" He gestures at another painting in the room of Jesus as a child. "What does it mean?"
"Well," you start. "I know some scholars have pointed out that the light from the candle goes through Jesus' hand where it doesn't go through the hands of the other figures in the painting, probably to make his identification as a holy figure more obvious."
"Fascinating," Sebastian says. You're surprised by how interested he seems in what you have to say about the paintings. You'd never considered your opinion was that valuable. "And what of this one?" Sebastian gestures to yet another painting, and you can't help but laugh.
By the end of the day, Sebastian has dragged you through the entire museum, debating interpretations back and forth with you before kindly escorting you home.
"Thank you for your time today, Carol," he says as he leads you up the steps to your estate. "I quite enjoyed myself."
"As did I," you say honestly. You'd been to the museum many times but never shared it quite like this.
"We'll have to do it again some time. Milady," he says with a bow before taking his leave.
You turn and enter your home, a soft smile on your face.
You hold your tongue and wait until Sebastian finishes his speech about the artwork.
"I suppose you could look at it that way," you begin. "But the history of the art isn't the only thing that's important."
"What do you mean?" Sebastian asks. He looks genuinely confused by your words.
"Well, look at the lighting in this piece, for example." You gesture to the artwork. "God is at the top and the light source seems to start with him and hang over Gabriel. But Mary, she's sitting in the darkness, her head turned to the light, showing her mortality as well as her divinity.
"It's much more symbolic as a grayscale than as a color piece," you say in conclusion. "It's not just about what techniques are used, but how they're used." Sebastian nods, clearly very impressed by your interpretation. You're suddenly thankful you decided to open your mouth.
"I suppose I never considered it that way," Sebastian says quietly, obviously humbled. Yo feel a little guilty for making him feel bad. "What about this piece?" He gestures at another painting in the room of Jesus as a child. "What does it mean?"
"Well," you start. "I know some scholars have pointed out that the light from the candle goes through Jesus' hand where it doesn't go through the hands of the other figures in the painting, probably to make his identification as a holy figure more obvious."
"Fascinating," Sebastian says. You're surprised by how interested he seems in what you have to say about the paintings. You'd never considered your opinion was that valuable. "And what of this one?" Sebastian gestures to yet another painting, and you can't help but laugh.
By the end of the day, Sebastian has dragged you through the entire museum, debating interpretations back and forth with you before kindly escorting you home.
"Thank you for your time today, Carol," he says as he leads you up the steps to your estate. "I quite enjoyed myself."
"As did I," you say honestly. You'd been to the museum many times but never shared it quite like this.
"We'll have to do it again some time. Milady," he says with a bow before taking his leave.
You turn and enter your home, a soft smile on your face.